Where are you now? Seems you're swallowed by the sorrow lost in a frown - this is not how we'd imagined 'tomorrow' Where have you gone endless summer days? This cold wind creeps on did I waste you all away? Well, I guess that's only fair to say.
Oh, reckless youth - thought I'd never have to vary But that took a toll on you and it left me with a debt to carry old friend foregone in the damage from delay a cold breeze creeps on - did I waste you all away? Well, I guess that's only fair to say.
Now, where do we fall if not in each others' gazes so here we'll hang on to find out how much hurt a little time erases cold winter's claws someday might give way, 'til then we're stalled in these aching arctic days and if waiting for thaw is the price I have to pay Well, I guess that's only fair to say.